The Healing Virus Prisha Aswal, 7 What if there was a healing virus? Would it be as blue as an iris? Or, would it be yellow? And make everyone’s life mellow? What if it brings...
Lonely By Peri Gordon, 10 Lila Sale had only a few friends and never made any new ones. Her trademark was a sigh, a sad, downcast sigh. She was the youngest in her family, with...
The Dust Cloud Arshia Ramesh, 10 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The air quality from the Sahara Desert dust cloud was rated over 350 in Kansas. Which was twice as...
An update from our twentienth Weekly Writing Workshop! A summary of the workshop held on Friday August 14, plus some of the output published below This week, the last in our first series of Writing...
Gone Lyla Hershkovitz, 10 Gone She drifts away Crumbling As I hold her hand, it crinkles Lifeless Drained She says something I cannot understand, Maybe because I’m not thinking Fluids drip out of full bags,...
Coach Adams - Sixteenth Stone Soup Entry - Topic - Write and Describe an Imaginary Character (again) - 8/14/20 By: Kanav Kachoria There once was a football coach for the Eastern Shore Eagles named Coach...
PostPublished August 19, 2020by Stone Soup Editors
The Healing Virus
Prisha Aswal, 7
What if there was a healing virus?
Would it be as blue as an iris?
Or, would it be yellow?
And make everyone’s life mellow?
What if it brings joy,
As sadness you will not enjoy,
Wouldn’t it be nice if it takes away all your pain?
Or gives a little rest to your brain
What if it makes it easy to breathe?
And cures you fully underneath?
Lonely By Peri Gordon, 10
Lila Sale had only a few friends and never made any new ones. Her trademark was a sigh, a sad, downcast sigh. She was the youngest in her family, with three cruel siblings who couldn’t care less about her. They called her “Lonely,” plus other mean names. “Get over here, Lonely!” “You’re a clumsy idiot, Lonely!
PostPublished August 18, 2020by Stone Soup Editors
The Dust Cloud
Arshia Ramesh, 10
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The air quality from the Sahara Desert dust cloud was rated over 350 in Kansas. Which was twice as bad as it was last time. I feel like we are prisoners in our own home, not able to go out or open any doors and windows. We have not had a breath of fresh air in exactly one month and 27 days.
An update from our twentienth Weekly Writing Workshop!
A summary of the workshop held on Friday August 14, plus some of the output published below
This week, the last in our first series of Writing Workshops, our founder William Rubel returned to an earlier theme: character sketches.
PostPublished August 17, 2020by Stone Soup Editors
Gone
Lyla Hershkovitz, 10
Gone
She drifts away
Crumbling
As I hold her hand, it crinkles
Lifeless
Drained
She says something I cannot understand,
Maybe because I’m not thinking
Fluids drip out of full bags,
The nurses detach the suctions
As if they want her to melt away
Her ring slips off, I don’t catch it
It’s like being a baby and wanting to tell your mother you love her
It...
PostAge 12Published August 17, 2020by Kanav Kachoria
Coach Adams - Sixteenth Stone Soup Entry - Topic - Write and Describe an Imaginary Character (again) - 8/14/20 By: Kanav Kachoria
There once was a football coach for the Eastern Shore Eagles named Coach Adams. Everyone at the high school loved him. It was practically impossible for someone in Eastern Shore to not know him, unless they lived under a rock.